He's firm, he's sensual
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Good and evil are foreign to him
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He knows no mercy either
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So he likes to play with subjects
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Cuts deep paths in flesh
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He wields the scourge masterfully
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When the sting stirs in the lap
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However pious the facade by day
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When at night he tucks the face away
Made from the finest skin
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Then, my friend, he gets himself love
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He surrenders fully to the gruesome urge
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He's half devil, half child
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He peels the rind off bodies
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He's priest of fantasy
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His work's truly monumental
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He studies fear, pain, torment
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In his hall of instruments
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Your arrogance won't yield
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A wretch wants to compare himself here
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So I'll gladly lead you to him
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For that special lustful thrill
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And when soon steel in steady hands
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Breaks your mind and bones
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Then tenderly his heart sings for you
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Because he tolerates nobody beside him
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All gods love pain!